I love the way the light of the fireplace
reflects off of your pretty face.
I am thoroughly enthralled by the soft
scent of your subtle perfume.
I am excitedly enticed by the way you
melt in my arms when we dance to those
old love songs on the radio.
I become thrilled to no end when
your soft lips sweetly touch mine.
I am smitten by the way that you keep
romance alive with your little notes of care,
and those candlelit dinners that you make
for no special reason.
And fall in love all over again when you
whisper into my ear how much you love me.
Donavon Scott Vinson
